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“The person who currently has the yeouiju, he is slowly turning into a dragon.” “A dragon? Is that even possible?” Fukuna said. “Not just any dragon but the white dragon.” “The white dragon? But that is the symbol of the West.” Cai Kang said. Kurai is frustrated on everyone's expressions. "Listen, I don't know the damn stories so can someone explain to me on what the white dragon is?"

Orion explains but I don't look at him as I see Aziel's dragon nearing in the sky. "Silas? Didn't you say that Aziel was the last dragon in the world?" Kenji asks and I look at him. "Yes" "Well who is that then? Aziel is chasing another dragon" Kanji say and points towards the sky. We all look up and Kenji is right the first dragon is black with a tint of blue and Aziel's dragon are flying behind it. The first dragon comes through the barrier and all agthered her are rushing away from the training ground as the dragon lands with grace but what shocks us more is the rider on it's back. With darkbrown hair and cerulean blue eyes, Poppy!

I guess it was true what Kenmei said about all dragons: they loved their treasure. Without much confidence, I swam deeper into the cave. The gems sparked to life as I went, lighting my way. Farther and farther I swam until the cave opened into a much bigger cavern. Off to the right and taking up most of one side was a white dragon. Instead of clawed feet, he had fins, and a long tail like flower petals. The ground rumbled and two blue eyes the color of midnight opened at once and fixed on me. "I suppose you're here for a wish, little vampire." He shook his stark white mane, making it dance in the water while his fins and tail hovered - he looked like a blossom floating on water as he swam ov

This statue was a beautiful blue dragon with a majestic blue crown on its head and azure blue eyes. Within the palace were three figures entwined in a fiery encounter. Of the three, two were humans. The other was a phantom of a small red dragon. The two humans had identical appearances, for they were twins, yet their auras were different. One of the twins had an aura similar to the blue dragon’s, whilst the other was a spitting image of the red dragon. These twins were Jake and John – Mane’s closest friends.

Its electric blue eyes seized me on the spot. I completely forgot about Veylor, enthralled by the dragon’s form. It was larger than any dragon I had ever read about. It was a creature I’d never imagined could be real. It seemed too immense for even a magical realm. It took me a heartbeat to understand: this dragon wasn’t born of flesh. It was born from him, from the current of his Core. This dragon would be alive as long as he was alive. Its light was blue, intense and pure, and it pulsed like a living being as it rose to meet the sun.

It’s blue eyes meeting my husband’s green ones as it returns the purr “Blake?” “This is you” Blake said, taking a step forward, pulling me with him. I went to take a step back, but Blake wouldn’t allow me to as he tightened his grip, encouraging me “just like I have Ares, you have…” “Crystal” the dragon spoke. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I lost balance, my vision blurring before everything went blank… **********************************

With tremendously intense nervousness and curiosity, Leila whirled around. She was met by a pair of monstrous dragon eyes shaped like narrow triangles pointing sharply downwards. Crystal blue veins radiated from the center to the outer edge of the irises. Blue liquid wobbled inside them like lakes. Its dark vertical pupils were shrieking while the world around them dimmed, as if they were black holes sucking all the light in. Leila felt her whole being gravitating towards the wondrous eyes, as the dragon penetratingly stared into Leila’s very soul, like drowning in the water, with an immense suffocation.

I can't believe what I am looking at. ''It's a dragon!'' I say shocked. A big blue dragon in the same color as Gabriel's eyes emerges. It has shiny scales and sharp claws. On its tail, there are sharp dark blue spikes. The eyes are orange like a big burning sun. ''Noelle this is Dagahra my dragon,'' Gabriel says.

“No wonder I never found you. Why are you here and not in the dragon lakes?” The dragon didn’t answer, at least not with words. It kept circling, a spiral of muscle and power, the current of its movement warping the bubble, making Dayanara’s arms tremble. A head bent down, slow and regal, and I saw the eyes for the first time. A crystalline blue, deeper than the ocean, fixed on us with the sort of attention that made you feel very, very small. No, not on us. On me. Or rather, on the thing in my hand.

His fists were now releasing flames that were ready to be fired at any time. "Well, exactly my point. You're looking at him now," answered Albus. "What do you mean? Am I looking at what?" asked Vulcan, confused. "You are looking at the living dragon in front of you," replied Albus with an arrogant smile. "Huh? Are you crazy?" snorted Vulcan with rage. "I'm very sane. I will introduce myself once again. My name is Albus White, The White Dragon,” said Albus as he spread his beautiful and elegant white wings on his back. In an instant, snowflakes flew in the room as Albus spread his wings.